I hear rustling. “Pants are unzipped…I’m pulling them down, around my knees.” An awkward laugh. “You know what? Fuck it. Just take them off.” Another pause, a rustle. “Now I’m not wearing a damn thing from the waist down—just my tank top. Which is kind of stupid. So…off with that too. And now…I’m buck naked on my balcony. It faces the woods, and I’m top floor, on a corner. So, as private as it gets, in a condo building.”
I lick my lips, and then let out a laughing sigh. “Fine. I’ll play.” I sit forward, reach behind me and unzip my skirt. Wiggle out of it. “My skirt is off.” I can’t believe I’m doing this—any of it. Phone sex, let alone getting naked outside on my porch.
It’s freaking hot. I’m drenched, soaked with arousal.
I peel off my shirt, make short work of my bra. “I’m naked,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I wish I was there to see it.”
I almost invite him over, but stop short. I likethis. It’s hot, and it’s daring, and it’s honestly justfun.
Instead, I moan as I touch myself. “I’m picturing you. Your fingers instead of mine.” I whimper, biting my lip. “Are you touching yourself, Thai?”
“Yeah,” he growls. “Wishing my hand was yours.”
“Remember earlier? How I was touching you nice and slow? Do it like that. Not rough…gentle.”
He growls something like a laugh, or a grunt, or something. “You ever watch anyone jerk off?”
“No,” I admit.
“We’re not…gentle.” A laugh. “Not how we do it.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip. “So…howdoyou do it?”
I hear sounds—my imagination fills in what they are. His hand sliding roughly down his cock. “Hard. Fast. Rough. I squeeze,hard.”
“Does it…feel good?”
“Yeah, mostly. You always wish it was a woman’s hand. But the goal when you’re alone is to just get there as fast as possible. For me, at least. Just…get it over with. Be done.” A groan. “Talking to you, remembering how I felt when it was you, earlier…imagining your incredible body…I’m going to come so hard, so fast, Dee.” Another groan. “Talk to me, honey. Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me how it feels.”
“I’m, um…my fingers are on my…my pussy. Sometimes I dip inside myself to…you know. Get some…some wetness. It feels good…but nowhere near as good as it felt when it was you.”
“My fingers or my mouth?” he asks, his voice impatient and rough.
“Mouth.” I close my eyes and remember…how he knelt down in front of me and held me up, how his tongue slid inside me and circled me, how he devoured me as if I was his last meal. “Today was incredible, but that? When you did that? Went down on me? Thai, that was the hottest orgasm of my fucking life.”
He groans, a low crazed hum. “Delia…Dee. Fuck. I want you on your bed, spread out for me. I want to eat you out all fucking night. I want to give you a thousand orgasms with nothing but my tongue, all night fucking long.”
“God…please?” I whimper. “Even just one. Once more, with your mouth. I’d die for it, right now.”
He seems to know I want this, just this tonight, despite what I’m saying. He doesn’t suggest anything else.
My fingers fly, and my whimpers escalate to gasping shrieks, and I can barely remember to talk through it. “Thai, ohmygod, Thai, I’m—god it feels so good. Pretending it’s you, and I’m—I’m gonna…” I can’t remember the words, dizzy and wild with burgeoning climax.
Masturbation has never been so incredible.
I didn’t know it could be this way, I truly didn’t. I was doing it wrong all this time.
Or maybe, I just didn’t have Thai.
He’s grunting, a low series of groans. I hear the sounds—as I’m sure he can hear the sounds of my fingers on my sex. “Dee, I’m so close. I want you to come. Right now—fuck, fuck, right now, Delia. Come for me, same time as me, fuck, rightnow.”
“Oh god!” I scream. “I’m coming!”
He snarls and I come and I curl in on myself and my thighs shake and my breasts tremble and I see stars and I don’t stop until I’m unable to bear my own touch anymore.
He laughs. “Well. Now I’m a mess.”
